Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Game of Thrones 6.10: The Winds of Winter

And welcome to the final recap of season 6, and just as I was proclaiming last week's episode to be the best episode of Game of Thrones ever, they go and one-up themselves by bringing us the most insanely amazing and shocking episode we could have imagined. It was a super-sized episode with a super-sized recap to match (and the most glorious library EVER), so without any further ado, I'll let Chris start us off.

Christopher: Game of Thrones has
gotten us used to having a pretty spectacular penultimate episode, followed by
a finale that is more about housekeeping than anything else, with perhaps one
or two “Holy shit!” moments to prime us for the next season (see: Jon Snow,
murder of). But I think it’s safe to say that this finale was wall-to-wall holy
shit moments. To wit: Cersei blows up EVERYBODY real good; Tommen offs himself;
Varys shows up in Dorne; Jon Snow’s lineage is CONFIRMED, and he’s named King
in the North (much to Littlefinger’s, and possibly Sansa’s, dismay); Arya,
having presumably left Braavos with a bunch of spare faces in her carry-on,
feeds Walder Frey’s sons to him and cuts his throat; Daenerys finally sets sail
for Westeros; and Cersei, dressed like every evil sorceress from every 80s
fantasy film, is crowned the MOTHERFUCKING QUEEN OF WESTEROS.

All I can say is: enjoy it while you can,
Cersei. Dragons a-comin’.

We begin with a rather lovely view of
King’s Landing, as Cersei looks down from her rooms over the city, peering
specifically at the Sept of Baelor. Then follows an interesting musical montage
of several key individuals dressing (or in the case of everyone but the
Sparrow, being dressed). Knowing as
we do that Cersei and Loras’ trials are nigh, this sequence feels not unlike
the sequence in a sports film when the athletes don their gear. It is, in
essence, a pre-battle scene, except that two of the four people pictured do not
show up: only the Sparrow (clad in what I assume is his formal burlap) and
Margaery go to the sept. Tommen remains broodingly in his chambers, and Cersei
is well into her morning wine.

I loved the use of music in this sequence.
It was just this side of verging on overdone, but the rather anachronistic
piano score lent the scenes a melancholic, almost dirge-like quality—especially
when, as Lancel is stabbed, it changes from piano to pipe organ. And it’s worth
noting that there was a lot more cutting between scenes than this show tends to
employ: usually we have little parlor dramas that go on for five to ten minutes
before cutting away to a different story. In this case however, we get the
scene in the sept, Cersei in her chambers, Tommen in his, Pycelle’s murder, and
Lancel’s discovery of the wildfire. All of which is brought together as we
watch Cersei watch the Sept of Baelor go up in flames.

I should note that there is an
interestingly tangential intersection with A
Dance With Dragons in terms of Qyburn’s use of murderous children to do
away with both Lancel and Pycelle. Two episodes ago, Varys departed from
Meereen for unspoken reasons, referring cryptically to a “mission” he was
undertaking. I, and presumably everyone else who has read the novels,
speculated that perhaps he was heading to King’s Landing to stir the pot. Dance’s epilogue has Ser Kevan Lannister
(who is a far more sympathetic character in the novels) cautiously optimistic:
having done her walk of shame, Cersei seems properly contrite and sedate, and
unlikely to rock the boat; and after a long period of unrest, things seem to be
settling down in King’s Landing, and in the Seven Kingdoms more generally. He
receives a message from Grand Maester Pycelle asking to see him, but when he
arrives at his chambers he finds him dead. He is himself shot with a crossbow …
shot by Varys, in the eunuch’s first appearance since he abetted Tyrion’s
escape in A Storm of Swords, two
novels ago.

Why has he killed Kevan? Because he was
“threatening to undo all the queen’s good work,” by which he means Cersei’s
catastrophic misrule that has continued the chaos of the war. In bringing
stability, Kevan threatens to undermine Varys’ ultimate goal—the
re-installation of Targaryen rule in Westeros. And while Varys has shot him
with a crossbow, it is not the eunuch that deals the killing blow:

“Ser Kevan was cold as ice, and every
labored breath sent a fresh stab of pain through him. He glimpsed movement,
heard the soft scuffling sound of slippered feet on stone. A child emerged from
a pool of darkness, a pale boy in a ragged robe, no more than nine or ten.
Another rose up behind the Grand Maester’s chair. The girl who had opened the
door for him was there as well. They were all around him, half a dozen of them,
white-faced children with dark eyes, boys and girls together. And in their
hands, the daggers.”

But as it turns out, Varys has gone to
Dorne, to stir the pot in an entirely other fashion. More on that later.

Meanwhile, the children with daggers are in
the employ of Qyburn, and visit death first upon Pycelle in a manner that very
closely mirrors Ser Kevan’s death in Dance.
Qybrurn’s apology, indeed, is almost identical to Varys’ in the novel. And one
of the children lures Lancel away into the vaults in what is, unfortunately, a
rather contrived sequence. Why does he follow the child? What does he care if
some urchin runs down the cathedral steps? His task, after all, is to go and
bring Cersei, kicking and screaming if necessary, to her own trial. I have to
imagine this is a task he relishes. But no, he follows the kid down into the
basement of the sept, only to discover that part of Bran’s wildfire vision was
not of the past, but the future.

Margaery, meanwhile, gets the screaming
heebie-jeebies when Cersei doesn’t show, and when she attempts to share her
fears with the Sparrow, is condescendingly mansplained to. It is unthinkable to
him to end or postpone the trial—this, after all, is his moment of triumph. He
has cowed and humbled two great houses, robbing one of its heir; he makes it
clear that he’s entirely prepared to level judgment on Cersei whether she shows
up or not.

And then … BOOM.

What did you think of this episode’s
opening, Nikki?

Nikki: I’ve often referred to episodes of television that cause one to
feel all kinds of emotions (sorry, I can’t bring myself to use the term “all
the feels”) as the best kinds of rollercoasters. But if other TV episodes are
rollercoasters, this is the Leviathan. I don’t recall ever screaming, gasping,
and throwing my hands up in the air as often as I did with this one. There were
no tears, so I guess that would be the only thing it was lacking, but to use
the word “lacking” with any part of
this episode would be nitpicking in the extreme. I think the episode was damn
near perfect.

In the previous episode, as Daenerys talked
about burning her city down, Tyrion calmly reminded her that her father had
once stuffed all of King’s Landing’s underground tunnels with wildfire, and
that the reason her father was truly the Mad King is that he was willing to
burn to death every man, woman, and child, every innocent person in the way,
just to get to the few people he wanted to kill. Only a truly mad person would
do such a thing. I wondered why they were repeating this story — just last
season he told the same story to Daenerys as the two of them sat across a table
and he explained what her father was really like, and how in her quest to
become queen she must never, ever be like him. And now I realized they needed
that story fresh in our minds, because as Tyrion is warning Daenerys about her father
planting the explosives in the first place, it never even occurs to him that
his own sister might be the one to use it.

And use it she does. My GOD when Lancel
looked up and I saw the glowing green goop on the ground I dropped my pen and
gasped aloud. “WILDFIRE!!!” And immediately the consequences of the action —
before it had even been set off — were in my head. She’s going to kill everyone in the Sept of Baelor. A few
episodes ago Cersei was told that the “little birds” had returned and that the rumours
were true. What rumours, we wondered. And now it would appear the little birds
found all that wildfire under the city, and from that point on, Cersei has been
planning this.

Now, I will admit to some, um, stupidity on
my part. It never occurred to me that the sept and the castle were in two
completely different locations — for some reason I always pictured them as
adjacent to one another. They always seem to be in their chambers, then say,
“Walk with me” in an Aaron Sorkin sort of way and then... they’re in the sept. I
thought the buildings were pretty much attached. And yet now I realize well
DUH, Cersei had to have done her walk of atonement from the sept to the castle,
and therefore they must be in two different spots. But I never realized they were
THAT far apart. That was one long
walk of atonement.

I also had a horrifying moment when the
Mountain stopped Tommen in his doorway that Cersei — bedecked in her black
dress as if vying for the role of Evil Queen in some King’s Landing Disney
musical production — had actually ordered her own son’s death in retaliation
for him removing her right to choose a champion and have a trial by combat. And
I was baffled: no matter what Tommen would do, she would NEVER kill one of her
children. They mean everything to her. Of course, she wasn’t going to kill
Tommen — she was just going to destroy him emotionally and psychologically, and
kill everyone he ever loved. No big.

We go from the wildfire killing everyone
and everything to Cersei waterboarding a nun (or maybe “wineboarding” would be
the more accurate word), and I couldn’t help but think, “Cersei, seriously,
you’re OK with wasting all that wine?” The only person worse than Cersei in
this scene is Septa Unella, who has been a hateful, horrible character from the
moment we first saw her. Despite everything Cersei had done, watching Unella
ring that bell and shouting, “Shame!” in that holier-than-thou voice of hers
put our sympathies with a Lannister, and for that alone, she should be
punished. Cersei tells her to confess that she enjoyed torturing Cersei, before
Cersei happily lists all of her favourite things. And no, they don’t include
whiskers on kittens or snowflakes that stay on her nose and eyelashes.

I drink because
it feels good to be drinking

I
killed my husband because he was stinking

I
fucked my brother and clipped Sparrow’s wings,

These
are a few of my favourite things!

But she can’t reach Unella and her
piousness. The nun just looks at her smugly and says she’s ready to meet her
god. To which Cersei has a hearty chuckle, and in lumbers Ser Gregor Clegane. I
was chatting about what to expect in this week’s episode with another parent at
my son’s soccer game last week, and both of us thought they were going to show
the Mountain’s face this week. I didn’t want to see it; he totally did. “This
is Ser Gregor Clegane,” says Cersei as she walks out, leaving Septa Unella to
untold amounts of torture. “He is your god now.” And with the tiniest bit of
joy she can muster, Cersei begins chanting, “Shame! Shame! Shame!” as she shuts
the door.

And we cut to Tommen looking out over the
city. You mentioned the gorgeous score in this episode, Chris, and because it’s
so different than the music we heard before, you’re right in that it stands out
a lot. It was gorgeous. But in this scene, there’s no music whatsoever — the
only score is the screaming coming from the streets below as green smoke
billows out of the Sept of Baelor. Which is why no one was prepared for what
happened next. When Tommen removes his crown and turns to leave, the camera holds
on the window for what seems like too long a time, I suddenly gasped in horror
about two seconds before Tommen came back into view, realizing exactly what was
going to happen. It’s a horrifying moment, and he acts quickly before he can
think his way out of it. And there’s no heightened drama in the moment at all —
no music, no sound effects, no opening of his arms and screaming, nothing. He
simply walks back to the window, steps up onto the windowsill, and falls forward
silently, like a log.

His mother has just killed his wife without
a second thought. And his wife’s father and brother. And the High Sparrow and
the acolytes — to which Tommen had just pledged his fealty. He loved Margaery,
even if she didn’t love him, and he was willing to change his entire belief
system to match hers. And now he realizes his mother is a monster. That his
personal happiness doesn’t mean anything to her because if she doesn’t like
someone, she will have them killed. It doesn’t matter if it happens to be
Tommen’s beloved wife.

And with that, Cersei has lost all three of
her children. Joffrey died because he was a sadistic tit, but he had always
been that way, urged on by Cersei, who never said no to him and who encouraged
his evil ways. Myrcella died because Cersei made the ill-fated decision to have
the Mountain squash Oberyn’s head like a melon, and it forced Ellaria to wreak
her revenge on Cersei in the most painful way. And now Tommen, her youngest,
who was just a kindergartner when this whole story began, is gone. All their
deaths were caused by her desire for power, but we know she would do anything
for her children. They’re all gone. How does a mother continue after this? What
is there left to even live for? Any piece of humanity that Cersei had left in
her body went out the window with Tommen, and her heart is nothing but a sliver
of flint now. She wept and screamed and raged at Joffrey’s death. She cried
quietly when Myrcella died and wondered if she’d just lost the only thing that
reminded her she was a good person. And now, with Tommen’s death, she bears it
without even changing her demeanour. “Burn him and bury his ashes where the
sept once stood,” she says.

And all of THAT, our dear readers, was just
the opening of the episode. Jeepers. The only downside to all of this? Now
we’ll never know what Margaery had been planning all this time. But one thing’s
for sure: Grandma Tyrell is gonna be pissed.

And now we’re back over to Riverrun and
Walder Frey, who is aligned with the Lannisters. (Snicker.) What did you think
of Jaime and Bronn’s verbal sparring here, Chris?

Christopher:
It was a lot different on rewatching as I realized
that the girl Bronn’s initially ogling, whom he assumes is all hot and bothered
for Jaime, is actually Arya in disguise. The first time around, the scene was
just vaguely annoying—I love Bronn as a character except when he goes all
frat-boy—but the second time around the coy look the serving girl gives Jaime
is vaguely chilling. Knowing that’s Arya, in my head I was imagining her
calculation: “Can I kill Walder Frey AND the Kingslayer? Nah, best to stick
with Frey. Jaime was never on my list.” That little shiver up Jaime’s back is
his lizard brain being suddenly grateful that Arya doesn’t know he shoved Bran
out a window.

I’m beginning to think that the worst fate
in Westeros is to be born a Frey, as it seems to entail being congenitally
petty, incompetent, and jealous of other people’s successes. Walder Frey’s
little speech at the beginning of this scene is quite possibly the most
insufferable bit of oration we’ve heard in this series, and I’m including all
of Joffrey’s pronouncements. His suggestion that from this day forth, everyone
in that room should accompany killing blows to their enemies with the words
“The Freys and the Lannisters send their regards!” is a bit of piggybacking
self-aggrandizement that would make Erlich from Silicon Valley blush.

(Walder Frey is one of those characters I
can insult just because of whom he played in another fantasy franchise. During
his speech I kept thinking, “Oh, just shut the fuck up Argus Filch, you fucking
squib wizard wannabe”).

Jaime is quite obviously unimpressed. Wait,
did I say unimpressed? I think I mean he would sooner cut off his other hand
and use it to gouge out his eyes than listen to another word from Walder Frey.
But these are the tasks nobility drops on the 1%, I suppose. His indifference
to Bronn’s frat-boy banter is one indicator of his desire to be Anywhere But
Here. He manages to divest himself of Bronn by being wing-man extraordinaire,
but must immediately regret his helpfulness when Bronn’s seat is immediately
taken by none other than Frey the Elder himself.

I loved Nikolaj Coster-Waldau in this
scene. I think he’s done a fantastic job of realizing Jaime Lannister anyway,
but in this moment he’s the audience’s proxy, radiating contempt for this
useless cocknapkin of a lord, and finally expressing what we’re all thinking
throughout the scene: precisely what fucking use ARE you, Walder Frey? The
expression on his face as Frey tries to equate himself with Jaime is priceless.
“Here we are now. Two kingslayers! We know what it’s like to have them grovel
to our faces, and snigger behind our backs. We don’t mind, do we? Fear! It’s a
marvelous thing.” If we recall
Jaime’s account of what led him to kill the Mad King, it’s a bit of
miraculous self-control that he doesn’t just beat Frey to death with his golden
hand. Instead, he settles for pointing out that no one fears the Freys—they
fear the Lannisters, and if the Lannisters have to ride north to recapture the
Riverlands every time the Freys lose them, “then why do we need you?”

We cut from a discomfited Walder Frey to
Sam, Gilly, and Little Sam as they arrive at Oldtown—which is a moment probably
somewhat more poignant for readers of the novels, as this ancient southern city
has been imbued with so much myth and legend and significance. It is the site
of the Citadel, the university (basically) that trains maesters, as well as
being one of the oldest cities in all of Westeros. It’s worth noting that as
Sam and Gilly arrive, they see a flight of white birds leaving the city—one of
which we later see gliding into Winterfell. Theses are the white ravens, which
in the GoT world are sent from the Citadel when the Maesters agree that yes, in
fact, winter has arrived.

I loved this scene, as Sam’s first view of
the Citadel’s library is essentially book lovers’ porn. I remember having a
similar expression to Sam’s the first time I walked into the Robarts Library
Rare Books Collection at U of T … except that the stacks there are far less
impressive than what CGI has done for the Citadel. I also loved that Sam’s
nascent feminism founders on the shoals of books. “No women or children!” the
functionary at the desk thunders at Gilly, and Sam’s expression—in which
apology wars with excitement—is priceless. “Sorry, babe. I’d express solidarity
with you, but … BOOKS!”

I hope that next season we just cut from whatever
momentous events are happening to Sam reading an ever-growing stack of books.
Just a few seconds. DRAGONS LAYING WASTE TO LANNISTERS! Sam reading. WHITE
WALKERS ASSAULTING THE WALL! Sam reading. CERSEI DRINKING WINE! Sam reading.

Repeat as necessary, GoT writing room.
You’re welcome.

We then cut to of those white ravens Sam
and Gilly see (Jeebus, these birds fly as fast as Yara’s ships can sail)
gliding down to Winterfell. Jon is having a bit of difficulty adjusting to his
new position, observing to Melisandre that he was never permitted to sit at the
high table during feasts. “It could have been worse, Jon Snow,” she points out.
“You had a family. You had feasts.” Good observation, murderous red woman! It’s
that kind of common-sense advice we’ll miss because you thought it was a good
idea to burn the innocent child of the would-be king whom you thought,
erroneously, was the child of prophecy.

How awesome was Liam Cunningham in this
scene? Twelve years ago I saw Much Ado
About Nothing at Shakespeare in the Park in New York, with Sam Waterston as
Leonato. The speech he delivers to Claudio, in which he accuses Claudio of
essentially killing his daughter, Hero, from grief, was spoken with such
spitting, shuddering, barely contained rage that even sitting in the back row I
felt it in my bones. That’s what I thought of while watching Davos put
Melisandre on the spot. “If he commands you to burn children, your lord is
evil!” You know what? That’s a fantastic rule of thumb when it comes to
choosing your deity. “I loved that girl!” Davos thunders. “Like she was my own!
She was good, she was kind, and you KILLED her!” Honestly, my
heart was breaking in these moments. Davos has lost everything—his sons, his
family, the man he believed should be king. And he’s lost Shireen, the little
girl who taught him to read and who might have given Lyanna Mormont a run for
her precocious money.

In a promising moment of wise compromise,
Jon Snow sends her south. He can’t ignore the fact that he’s only alive because
of Melisandre, but he also cannot ignore the enormity of her trespass. I doubt
Davos thinks it sufficient, but it’s a good first gesture for the man who’ll
become the King in the North by the end of the episode.

Jon watches her ride away from the
battlements, and is joined by Sansa, who addresses the fact that she hadn’t
shared her communications with Littlefinger with him. In our last post, I said
that Sansa’s omission was bad writing; others have suggested that Sansa is
actually far more savvy and ruthless than I was giving her credit for. What did
you think of her apology, re: Knights of the Vale, Nikki?

Nikki: First I just have to concur that Sam walking into that room of
infinite books almost made me forget every other moment of the entire series.
If you get to choose your heaven where you will spend all of eternity, the
showrunners just gave everyone a glimpse of mine. I pictured Gilly and little
Sam sitting out in the waiting room for YEARS as little Sam grows up, hits
puberty, moves out of the Citadel, all while Sam Tarly just stood in that same
spot, mouth agape, staring at the wonder and beauty that surrounded him. And
Chris, I thought EXACTLY the same thing when I saw it: I had the same reaction
you did when I walked into the Robarts Rare Book room (maybe you and I were in
the same bibliography class?) and when they pulled out the original Shakespeare
folio I thought I was going to faint. I remember putting on the gloves to
slowly turn the pages of a first edition of Dickens, and my eyes kept glancing upwards
at all of the stacks of books around me all the time. GLORIOUS.

People always imagine what character they’d
want to be on Game of Thrones. In
that moment, it was clear to me: I want to be Samwell Tarly.

But now back over to our Sansa. Yes, you said
Sansa’s omission was bad writing, others said it was just more evidence of
Sansa’s stupidity and that Rickon’s death was on her head, while I held my
ground that we all know Littlefinger is a complete dick so why are we assuming
that Sansa knew he was coming and that she
is the bad guy? And of course this scene didn’t really answer anything. All she
said is that she’s sorry she didn’t tell him, but she didn’t elaborate what
there was to tell: that she’d sent the raven to Littlefinger? That she’d gotten
a raven back saying he was coming? That she knew all along or that it was a
mere possibility? Either way, Jon is clearly far more forgiving than the fans,
and has a much longer memory and knows they’re stronger as a family than
breaking apart. He knows what his sister has been through, and he knows that
where he was shuffled off to the Wall, she was betrothed to Joffrey, mocked by
the court, ridiculed by Cersei, watched her own father’s execution, became a
prisoner, thought she would die at the Battle of Blackwater, heard of the
deaths of her mother and brother, assumed Arya was dead, was married to a
monster against her own will, escaped at the last minute before she could be
executed for standing nearby while Joffrey died, was brought to the Eyrie and was
there when her aunt died, had creepy Uncle Baelish come on to her, then was
shuffled off to House Bolton where she discovered what a REAL monster was and
where her memories of Winterfell would forever be tarnished, thought her two
brothers had been murdered, was raped and beaten repeatedly before finding the
fortitude to escape, found out what her ward/brother had gone through at the
hands of Ramsay, escaped through the snow chased by Ramsay’s dogs, and THEN was
reunited with Jon. So yeah, she’s been through some stuff, and while the men
have been trained in weaponry and war from the moment they were big enough to
pick up a wooden sword, she was trained in embroidery and how to curtsey, and
yet by osmosis this little girl has grown into a woman who can help strategize
against the enemy.

In that moment he realized the fault was as
much his as it was hers — she didn’t tell him about Littlefinger, and he didn’t
listen to her when he should have. He tells her they have to trust each other,
because right now, they’re all the other one has. He tells her that he’s going
to have the lord’s room made up for her — she should have the chamber that had
previously been occupied by Ned and Catelyn. She says he should have the room, because he’s the lord. (It wasn’t clear to
me if their chamber was the same one in which Ramsay had repeatedly raped her —
if it was, I can imagine it’s not a room she’s keen on having.) He shakes his
head and says no, he can’t, because he’s not a Stark. “You are to me,” she
says, and for all they know, she’s the last surviving Stark, and if she says
he’s a Stark, he’s a Stark. (Even though we know he’s also something else, but
more on that later.) She tells him that a white raven has come from the
Citadel: “Winter is here.”

I don’t know about you, but that line
elicited a gasp from me that was as loud as anything else in the episode. For
SIX YEARS we’ve heard that “Winter is coming,” which was something Ned Stark
said all the time. And it seemed like it would never come — it was just that thing
that everyone warned about, but I started to wonder if the show would end with
winter still on the horizon. Here come the white walkers.

But as the snowflakes swirl in the air
above Winterfell, we now move to Dorne, where Lady Olenna is dressed all in black,
showing us that she knows, and she is FURIOUS. And she’s gone to the one place
where she knows she has a bunch of women with a SERIOUS beef against the
Lannisters, and most importantly, Cersei. Olenna has never hidden her disdain
for Cersei Lannister, as if she knew if House Tyrell ever had a downfall, it
would be at Cersei’s hand. But of all the Tyrells Cersei killed, she left the
most powerful one still standing, which is her biggest mistake.

As I said
earlier, everything that has happened to Cersei happened because of her own
mistakes — the deaths of her children, the rise of the High Sparrow — and two
of the three children died because someone took revenge on them to get back at
Cersei. And in the case of the first child, it was Lady Olenna who did it. And
now she’s back. She can’t come at Cersei through her children, so she needs to
think bigger. Cersei took away her future — she killed her son and both
grandchildren. What does Cersei have left? King’s Landing and Westeros. OK,
let’s take that from her. Ellaria looks at Olenna (who is not threatened one
bit by the Sand Snakes, telling them to shut the hell up and telling Elbara she
looks like an angry little boy) and tells her that she will give Olenna her
heart’s desire. “And what is my
heart’s desire?” asks Olenna, with an eyeroll and a pfft. “Vengeance,” says Ellaria.

“Justice.”

Varys.

Last week the soccer dad and I were
discussing where Varys could have gone, and we both agreed it was Dorne. If he
basically lives to see Daenerys Stormborn take back Westeros, who are the
people who hate Cersei the most? Who are powerful enough to topple empires like
they did in Dorne? Who are, like Daenerys, women? (Her alliances now are with
the Sand Snakes and Yara Greyjoy.)

“Fire and blood,” he says as he emerges
from the shadows, all Doctor Evil–like. And...

We cut to the fire: Daenerys Targaryen.
Guys, it is ALL COMING TOGETHER!!! Daenerys is making her plans to go to
Westeros, and tells Daario that he has to stay to keep peace in Meereen, but
he’s having none of it. And she’s having none of him having none of it. She
holds her ground and tells him she needs to think politically now, and needs to
marry someone with power to gain power, but Daario loves her fiercely, and
won’t let her go. She just stares at him coolly and tells him his instructions
are awaiting him, there shall be no more dalliances with this dragon. It’s a heartbreaking scene, mostly because of the lack
of emotion she shows and Daario having nothing but emotion. He blames Tyrion, and she says this isn’t Tyrion, it’s
her decision (it’s Tyrion’s) and Daario pleads with her. “Let me fight for
you,” he says. But Tyrion knows Daenerys really does have a single-minded
purpose, and Cersei didn’t: Cersei wanted the power, but she loved her children
so much she allowed her enemies to get at her through them. When you love
someone, they will become your greatest weakness. And Daenerys can’t afford any
weaknesses right now. “You’ll get the throne,” says Daario. “I hope it brings
you happiness.” He tells her that he pities the lords of Westeros right now,
for they have no idea what’s coming for them.

She shows far more emotion with Tyrion, and
tells him that she just said goodbye to a man she loved and felt nothing. And
we realize what she just didn’t wasn’t some tough love act to save Daario’s
life — she truly never loved him the way he loved her. Tyrion says this is all
happening right now: all she’s ever wanted are ships, armies, and dragons, and
now she has all of them. “You’re in the great game now,” he tells her. “And the
great game is terrifying.”

And then, like Spike to Buffy in the
penultimate episode of Buffy the Vampire
Slayer, he looks at her and tells that he’s never believed in anything in
his life. He was taught to believe in certain gods, in family, in power, in the
monarchy, in the military, in his father, in his brother and sister, even in
himself, and believing in any of those things never got him anywhere. “And yet,
here I am,” he says. “I believe in you. It’s embarrassing, really... I’d swear
you my sword, but... I don’t actually have a sword.” And with that she makes
him the Hand of the Queen, even pinning the brooch on him that Ned Stark wore
back in season one. The pin didn’t get Ned anywhere positive. And when Tyrion
himself wore it as Joffrey’s Hand, things were just as bad. But he’s not
following Robert Baratheon, or Joffrey Baratheon — he’s the Hand of Daenerys
Stormborn, a woman who has shown herself to be an excellent leader, and who has
learned to listen to her advisors, which is something no other monarch in
Westeros has done in recent memory. He looks genuinely touched, and bows before
her.

And from there we cut to Walder Frey eating
what looks to be a delicious pie! How
much were you squeeing in this scene,
Chris??

Christopher:
Squeeing and
throwing up a little in my mouth. That finger in the pie didn’t look like it
had been washed. That’s how you end up with the Norwalk virus, you know.

It occurs to me that Arya’s actually done a
pretty impressive job of checking the names off her death list. A man wonders
if she’ll be the one to finally take Cersei off the board? Wouldn’t that piss
off Olenna and the Dorne women!

There isn’t much to say about this scene
aside from how perfect it is. As revenge killings go, it’s almost as satisfying
and poetic as Ramsay’s. Walder Frey spent his long life obsessed with the
status of his family, creating many Freys with his succession of young wives,
to the point where he’s not sure if the serving girl is his daughter. And when
he is assured that she is not, he proceeds to be gross and gropey. Ick. That
just kind of puts the cherry on the vengeance cake, though, as the random girl
he feels so entitled to take liberties with fools him into literally eating his
family legacy before revealing the face of a Stark Who Got Away. It’s
particularly satisfying that he dies while sitting in the very same seat from
which he presided over the Red Wedding.

A lot of viewers have expressed
dissatisfaction with Arya’s sojourn in Braavos. Two seasons worth of
apprenticeship to the Faceless Men, only to finally reject them and head home?
Isn’t that just a whole lot of wasted storyline? I must admit, I felt a little
like this myself … until this moment. If the payoff of the Braavos storyline is
that Arya becomes an uber-assassin who starts knocking off Stark enemies,
starting with the man who killed her mother and brother, then I say that was
time well spent. It’s almost a little sad that Joffrey is no longer around for
her to kill.

From one Stark daughter to the other, we
cut from Arya’s satisfied smile to the Winterfell godswood, where Littlefinger
finds Sansa hanging out under the weirwood tree, reflecting on all the times as
a child she’s prayed to be elsewhere. She’s come full circle, returning to one
of the sites of her childhood, and in this moment we see how much she has
grown, learned, and matured. She has certainly learned enough not to trust
Littlefinger. “What do you want?” she asks him, and he responds with one of the
more shocking revelations of the season. “Every time I’m faced with a
decision,” he tells her, “I close my eyes and see the same picture. Every time
I consider an action, I ask myself: will this action help to make this picture
a reality? Pull it out of my mind and into the world? And I only act if the
answer is yes.” As he speaks he leans in closer to her, his voice dropping
conspiratorially, suggesting that he’s about to confess his love and desire for
Sansa. But what is the picture in his head? “A picture of me on the Iron Throne,
and you by my side.”

Wow. I’m not surprised or shocked that
Littlefinger’s end game will be a play for the crown; I’m gobsmacked that he
would say it out loud, and make clear his overweening ambition to Sansa. We’ve
always known, as Varys once put it, that Littlefinger would watch the world
burn if he could be king over the ashes, but it seems at least a little
presumptuous to declare as much when there’s really no path for him to claim
the throne outside of outright conquest.

Sansa has learned enough to take everything
he says with a boatload of salt, and the moment she pushes him away when he
goes in for the kiss made me cheer almost as much as I did when Arya pulled off
her disguise. He might have told her that the picture in his head includes her
at his side, but Sansa knows too well by now that if he had a choice between
the Iron Throne but no Sansa, or Sansa but no Iron Throne, you wouldn’t get the
sentence out before he plunked his arse down on the ugly old chair. “It’s a
pretty picture,” she says dismissively, and when he points out that he has very
publicly allied himself with House Stark, she says, “You’ve declared for other
houses before, Lord Baelish. It’s never stopped you from serving yourself.”

I think it’s safe to say that this is the season
in which Sansa came into her own (and I may or may not have said “You go,
girl!” when she tells him off), but Petyr Baelish is not so easily ignored.
“Who should the North rally behind?” he asks her. “The trueborn daughter of Ned
and Catelyn Stark of Winterfell? Or a motherless bastard born in the south?”
Sowing the seeds of dissension already … I have a feeling that next season will
see a lot of that sort of thing.

Maybe Arya will arrive and take care of
him.

We then cut to “the motherless bastard born
in the south” by way of a quick scene far to the north as Benjen brings Meera
and Bran to the Wall. He cannot pass the Wall, he tells them, as it has ancient
spells carved into its foundations. “And while it stands,” he says, “the dead
cannot pass.” Which raises an interesting question for the coming war: will we
see the destruction of the Wall when the Night King and his minions come south
in force? Because if they’re just kind of stymied by the Wall, standing there
saying “Well, fuck,” that would be a bit anticlimactic.

But having arrived at a weirwood tree, Bran
is like an impatient binge-watcher who’s been away from the DVR too long, and
just has to get back to the
interrupted story of his father. “I’m the Three-Eyed Raven now,” he tells
Meera, “I have to be ready for this,” but really, he’s just saying “Let me get
back to my stories already!”

Which, let’s admit it, is what we were all
thinking, and what we have been thinking since Bran first had his vision of the
Tower of Joy. FINALLY, we basically have confirmation of the most pervasive fan
theory about Jon Snow’s parentage. Or … well, mostly.

To back up a moment for those casual
viewers who somehow missed all the hints (but honestly, I doubt that any of
those strange creatures would be reading this blog), it’s always been suggested
that Jon Snow is not, in fact, Ned Stark’s son. Rather, it’s believed by almost
everyone now that he is in fact the child of Rhaegar Targaryen (Daenerys’
brother) and Lyanna Stark—the latter of whom we see in this scene. The
“official” narrative put about after Robert Baratheon took the throne was that
Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna, and that she died from his abuse. Is
however more popularly believed (and there are a lot more hints to this effect
in the novels than in the show) that Rhaegar did not kidnap Lyanna; that the
two of them were in fact in love, and she willingly ran off with him; and
furthermore that the child she births in the Tower of Joy is Jon Snow, whom Ned
pretends—at Lyanna’s desperate plea—to be his own bastard fathered on a
nameless woman in the south.

This he does to protect Jon. Remember, the
Targaryen dynasty is toppled, and Robert Baratheon has a very acute and
specific loathing for them—he sends assassins after Viserys and Daenerys, and later
Ned attempts to resign the Handship when Robert tries to have Daenerys
murdered. Anyone with Targaryen blood would be a threat to the crown, and
therefore in danger.

It is one of the sticking-points of Ned’s
character in the novels that Mr. Honour would have dishonoured himself and his
new bride (he married Catelyn to cement the allegiance between Houses Stark and
Tully) by fathering and acknowledging an illegitimate son. It is the one
grievance held by Catelyn in their marriage. If you’ll recall, way back at the
start of season one, just as Ned heads south to King’s Landing and Jon heads
north to the Wall, Ned promises that when he sees Jon next, they’ll have a long
and serious talk. Presumably, he meant to reveal to him his parentage.

But of course, Joffrey put an end to that
when he peremptorily decided to execute Ned rather than let him take the black.
Can Qyburn resurrect him too, so that Arya can kill him all over again?

Of course, the scene does not unequivocally
establish, as the equation on the interwebs has gone, that R + L = J. We don’t
hear what Lyanna whispers to Ned, but the graphic match edit that cuts from the
face of the baby to that of Jon Snow makes it pretty damn clear that he’s not
Ned’s son, but Lyanna’s. The scene that follows, in which the northern houses
pledge their loyalty to the new King in the North, plays a little ironically on
what we now know. Littlefinger has planted the first seed of doubt for Sansa,
and we see her smile fade when she meets his gaze at the end of the scene. The
North rallies around a “motherless bastard” whom they all assume is Ned Stark’s
son; but we (think we) know that he is in reality equal parts Stark and
Targaryen, which would seem to signal that he will be one head of the
three-headed dragon when Daenerys finds out his parentage and discovers that he
is, in fact, her nephew.

I love that it’s everyone’s new favourite
character, Lyanna Mormont, who consolidates Jon’s leadership. As the crowd
grumbles and rumbles, we get a quick shot of Littlefinger’s calculating
expression, and Jon’s own blank one as he peers out over the room. But young
Lyanna isn’t taking anyone’s shit, and calls out all the other lords who did
not stand with the Starks against the Boltons. The scene ends with a callback
to season one, when all of Robb Stark’s bannermen acclaim him “King in the
North.” It’s a stirring scene, but also a worrisome one, for that very reason …
and because we don’t quite know how to interpret the look that passes between
Sansa and Littlefinger.

From the King in the North to the Queen in
the South—Jaime Lannister rides up to King’s Landing and is treated to the sight
of smoke rising over the city, and the episode ends with images of rival
queens.

Take us home, Nikki.

Nikki: I have my money on Daenerys and Podrick, for the record. Ahem.

Yes, I agree that the scene of all of the
houses of the North chanting, “King in the North!” was meant to hearken back to
Jon Snow’s brother — er... cousin? — Robb when he was proclaimed the same.

While Daenerys, Cersei, and Littlefinger
have their eye on the Iron Throne, Jon is looking no further than to unite the
north and help lead them in their battle to defeat the white walkers. Cersei
and Daenerys don’t have a clue about the white walkers, so they can continue
their little battle to the south, but for now, they have a much bigger problem
on their hands in the north. And if the white walkers manage to get past
them... gods help those who live in warmer climes. The problem is, he’s seen
them — as far as the other houses are concerned, the white walkers are just
bogeymen they use to scare their children out of staying in their beds at
night. He’s going to have his work cut out for them on that front, but he can’t
even get them to unite behind him. They all grumble and complain about the
winter coming, and since no one thought to put winter chains on their horses’ hoofs
they’re itching to get home right now. And as you said, Chris, it’s Lyanna
Mormont — Lyanna Stark’s namesake, we shouldn’t forget — who stands up and
tells off the room. Here is a room full of the leaders of ancient houses, of
Free Folk and warriors, of men who just fought in a battle and who are now
weary, all arguing amongst themselves, and sitting in the middle, quietly
surveying the room, is a 10-year-old girl.

Let’s just ponder that for a second: she’s
10. The first time we heard of her was last season, when Stannis was at Castle
Black and trying to get the northern houses to rally around him, and Lyanna
sent a raven to him basically telling him to fuck right off, that she would
only bend at the knee for House Stark. And she has stayed absolutely true to
her word. She stands up and reminds the first dissenter, Manderly, that his son
had been killed at the Red Wedding. “But you refused the call.” She then turns
to Glover, and reminds him that despite his fealty to House Stark, “In their
hour of need, you refused the call.” Then she turns to the young head of House
Cerwyn, and tells him that his father had been flayed by Ramsay. “Still, you
refused the call.”

“But House Mormont remembers. THE NORTH
REMEMBERS. We know no king but the king in the north whose name is Stark. I
don’t care if he’s a bastard, Ned Stark’s blood runs through his veins. He’s my
king, from this day until his last day.” And then she sits. YAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!!!
Oh how I love this young woman. All these men do is fight in every meeting, and
then a girl stands up, tells them exactly who each one of them is (and she’s
right on all counts, including suggesting that Stark blood runs in Jon’s
veins), and they begin to respond, and agree they’ve all been pretty shit at
running the houses of the north, and that they should have bent the knee to Jon
Snow long ago. Jon just looks gobsmacked, like he doesn’t know where this girl
came from but maybe SHE should run the North.

Fiercest 10-year-old EVER.

And then Jaime returns to King’s Landing to
see it burning to the ground, and his face is a mix of shock, confusion, and
“Oh my god, she didn’t” all over it.

We cut to Cersei Lannister walking solemnly
and singlemindedly into the throne room, marching straight for the throne with
purpose. And can I just pause to comment on that outfit? I don’t know what sort
of Badass Queens R Us boutique just showed up in King’s Landing, but I’m so
glad she opened an account there. Black leather dress punctured with holes that
make it look like metal studs are over it, with actual metal shoulder pads and
a chain connecting them in the front, that outfit was ca-ray-zee, and SO
PERFECT for this moment. “The Rains of Castamere” begins playing somberly in
the background as Jaime wanders into the gallery, and listens to Qyburn make
the announcement. “I now proclaim Cersei of the House Lannister, first of her
name, queen of the Andals and the First Men, protector of the Seven Kingdoms.”
Some people die on battlefields to become the ruler of Westeros. Some are
simply born into it. Others burn down the whole fucking city and walk into the
room.

As she sits on the Iron Throne and glances
over to the gallery and sees Jaime standing there, her face doesn’t change at
all. And we know what he must be thinking: his son is dead. The only way Cersei
could be sitting on that throne is if their son is dead. What a way to find out
you no longer have any children. And not only that, but there’s nothing behind
her eyes but complete deadness. He knows the Cersei he has loved for so long is
gone, and what is left is this black-leather-clad person who once loved him and
their children. Now all she has is that throne.

And, as I wrote in my notes, “Don’t worry,
Cersei, Daenerys will soon be there to ruin everything.”
For here she comes, riding across the waves in the fleet of ships that Yara and
Theon brought to her.

Long ago, when Robert Baratheon wanted to
have Daenerys killed because he found out she was pregnant, Ned Stark talked
him out of it. He said there was nothing to fear with the Dothraki, because, as
he said, “I’ll fear the Dothraki the day they teach their hoses to run on
water.”

They didn’t have to teach them to run on
water; they’ve simply boarded them onto the ships that are now making their way
over to King’s Landing.

As the majestic music swirls over this
glorious final scene, we see the Greyjoys and their armies on the ships, we see
the Dothraki and the Unsullied steering others, and we pan up into the sky to
see Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion flying freely over the water, where we
finally zero in on the front ship, where Daenerys stands proudly at the prow,
Tyrion by her side, and Varys and Missandei right behind her.

Winter has come to the North, and fire is
coming to the South.

And with that, we end what is probably the
best episode of Game of Thrones
ever... and now we have to wait another 10 months for more. Uggggghhhhh... What
will be next? Will Arya come straight to Winterfell or will she sneak her way
through the countryside, being the girl of many faces? Or could she come to
Winterfell not as Arya but as another person, just to check up on her family
and see where their loyalties still lie? Speaking of loyalties, will Sansa
remain loyal to Jon Snow or could there be dissension between the two? After
all, he was named King of the North when she is actually the true heir of Ned
and Catelyn’s (as far as they’re concerned) and she was the one who brought the
army that won back Winterfell. What will happen between Jaime and Cersei? He
already killed one mad monarch for threatening to burn down King’s Landing —
will he be forced to kill another for actually following through with it? The
Sand Snakes weren’t on any of the ships; are they going to be pulled out as
Olenna’s wild card later in the game?

All of these questions and many more will
be answered... in approximately 300 more days. Sigh.

Thank you to everyone for reading our posts
week after week, especially this 8600-word one (yeesh). And thank you, as
always, to my partner Christopher Lockett, who peppers his brilliant commentary
with phrases like “formal burlap” that have me spit out my tea laughing every
time we pass these back and forth. I can’t believe we’ve already come to the
end of another season. Until next time, Valar Morghulis.

14 comments:

Jon - you fool. Why are you sending Melisandre away? She's the only character who throughout the entire series has firmly been focused on the threat of the White Walkers but you don't need her?

Davos - it was all good when her god told her to give birth to the smoke monster who killed Renly thus avoiding a battle between his forces and Stannis's which would kill thousands. It was all good when she cursed Joffrey, Rob Stark & Old Man Grejoy and they died. It was all good when she brought Jon Snow back. But one innocent girl and you send away someone you probably need? Smart move fella.

I hope Melisandre somehow teams up with Cersei and they're the only ones standing at the end.

One quick thing...I was reading an article that pointed out in that final scene of all the ships that some of the ships had Tyrell AND Martel banners flying. So, presumably they made a quick pit stop in Dorne and Highgarden to fetch these folks? I guess those Yara ships really are the fastest!

300 days is much too long....

Thanks again for recapping...can't wait for the conclusion of this epic. freaking. show.

Great show and, as always, a great recap. Your recap is truly my favorite. I can just hear Julie Andrews singing the new (and improved) My Favorite Things song already.

The score! I'm glad you mentioned the music. The wildfire overture (evil cersei sonata?) was brilliant- from innocent tinkling of piano keys, to angry violins then to Dracula organ playing. The use of silence was just as brilliant. Loved this score.

I found the High Sparrow's speech at the beginning particularly haunting, "The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. The Mother has mercy on all who kneel before her." What about a Warrior Mother, or a once Mother now Warrior? The combination can be both terrible (Cersei) and beautiful (Daeny).

Thanks again for the recap. I was anxiously awaiting all 8600 words of it.

I always look forward to your recaps the most, and this one was spectacular! I loved the final episode, and most of the sixth season, and don't know how I'm going to last 300 days til next season (that's right, there ARE other shows on HBO...).

Very interested to see what happens between Jamie and "long cruel woman in a black dress" and whether or not the white walkers are going to take down the wall (I laughed at Chris' idea of them all standing on one side of the wall muttering "Well, Fuck!)

Me too. As did a lot of other folks, it seems. The only problem: It was so different as to distract a part of my brain into constantly sending me signals about how different it was.

I’ve been disappointed, by the way, that my strange desire to see a montage of the destruction of King’s Landing set to the 1975 easy-listening hit “Wildfire” has apparently not achieved realization on the Interwebs yet.

@Nikki: // sorry, I can’t bring myself to use the term “all the feels” //

Please don’t apologize.

@Nikki: // Tyrion calmly reminded [Daenerys] that her father had once stuffed all of King’s Landing’s underground tunnels with wildfire //

While they clearly wanted to remind us of that — from Qyburn’s oblique conversation with Cersei to Bran’s vision to very specifically in the scenes you mention here — I felt that perhaps they did almost too good a job in terms of lack of suspense, effectively making it Chekhov’s Wildfire, although the payoff was still literally and figuratively explosive.

@Nikki: // [Cersei] was just going to destroy [Tommen] emotionally and psychologically, and kill everyone he ever loved //

For his own good, Nikki. 8^)

@Nikki: // These are a few of my favourite things! //

[slow clap*] (*As opposed to snow clap, which is what men of the Night’s Watch often contract after a visit to Mole’s Town.)

@Nikki: // the camera holds on the window for what seems like too long a time //

Yeah; I realized what was about to happen just before Tommen came back into frame, too, and it was all the more chilling for that.

@Nikki: // we’ll never know what Margaery had been planning all this time //

Honestly, Margaery’s death surprised and disappointed me for that reason. It felt like narratively her part in the story was just stunted — like folks said would be the case if Jon had been resurrected only to die in the Battle of the Bastards, or Arya went through her travails in Braavos only to be killed by the Waif — even if there was a certain value in the shock of her death and that it clearly hardens Oleanna against Cersei to an immeasurably greater degree.

@Christopher: // I hope that next season we just cut from whatever momentous events are happening to Sam reading an ever-growing stack of books. //

That’d be hilarious and wonderful.

@Nikki: // Daario having nothing but emotion //

I guess that’s so but honestly, while he’s quite handsome and gives off a bit of superficially rakish charisma, I’ve never really felt much depth to him as a character. Which isn’t something I can say about most of the cast members despite the show having such a vast number. I did like the scene that followed between Daenerys and Tyrion, however, sappy though it may be.

@Christopher: // I’m gobsmacked that he would say it out loud, and make clear his overweening ambition to Sansa. //

That was indeed surprising, but I was more surprised — and disappointed given the consequences that could easily follow — by Sansa’s overt rejection of him, as she should be savvier than that by now. I realize that the look between them after Jon is declared “King in the North!” is open to interpretation; still, if he feels rebuffed or marginalized by her after quite literally riding to her rescue, I fear grave consequences.

You seriously think Unella is worse than Cersei? No, just no. I had not an ounce of sympathy for Cersei for all the horrible things she did. I did sympathize with Unelly however. Being raped to death by a zombie is not a fate anybody should suffer, no matter how fanatical.

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